"You talk like a good book, sir, that's got nothing in its inside but what's the truth," replied Snawley.
"This is your pocket-book," said Ralph, producing one from his coat; "the certificates of your first marriage and of the boy's birth, and your wife's two letters, and every other paper that can support these statements directly or by implication, are here, are they?"
"Every one of 'em, sir."
"And you don't object to their being looked at here, so that these people may be convinced of your power to substantiate your claim at once in law and reason, and you may resume your controul over your own son without more delay. Do I understand you?"
"I couldn't have understood myself better, sir."
"There, then," said Ralph, tossing the pocket-book upon the table. "Let them see them if they like; and as those are the original papers, I should recommend you to stand near while they are being examined, or you may chance to lose some."
With these words Ralph sat down unbidden, and compressing his lips, which were for the moment slightly parted by a smile, folded his arms, and looked for the first time at his nephew.
Nicholas, stung by the concluding taunt, darted an indignant glance at him; but commanding himself as well as he could, entered upon a close examination of the documents, at which John Browdie assisted. There was nothing about them which could be called in question. The certificates were regularly signed as extracts from the parish books, the first letter had a genuine appearance of having been written and preserved for some years, the hand-writing of the second tallied with it exactly, (making proper allowance for its having been written by a person in extremity,) and there were several other corroboratory scraps of entries and memoranda which it was equally difficult to question.
"Dear Nicholas," whispered Kate, who had been looking anxiously over his shoulder, "can this be really the case? Is this statement true?"
"I fear it is," answered Nicholas. "What say you, John?"
John scratched his head and shook it, but said nothing at all.
"You will observe, ma'am," said Ralph, addressing himself to Mrs. Nickleby, " that this boy being a minor and not of strong mind, we might have come here to-night, armed with the powers of the law, and backed by a troop of its myrmidons. I should have done so, ma'am, unquestionably, but for my regard for the feelings of yourself—and your daughter."
"You have shown your regard for her feelings well," said Nicholas, drawing his sister towards him.
"Thank you," replied Ralph. "Your praise, sir, is commendation, indeed."
"Well," said Squeers, "what’s to be done? Them hackney-coach horses will catch cold if we don't think of moving ; there's one of 'em a-sneezing now, so that he blows the street door right open. What's the order of the day—eh? Is Master Snawley to come along with us?"
"No, no, no," replied Smike, drawing back, and clinging to Nicholas. "No. Pray, no. I will not go from you with him. No, no."
